"Trees"
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
Joyce Kilmer.
Thank you to all bloggers who "follow" a tree and help the rest of us to look at it.
I remember one of my aunts reciting that poem to me, a long time ago. :)
ReplyDeleteI am very familiar with the first couplet but had to find the remainder.
DeleteWhen I looked out this morning all the trees at the school are completely leafless. I love their shapes against a grey sky. Catriona
ReplyDeleteThe leaves are being shed here but the trees I can see from my window are still clothed in autumn colours.
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